Wildflower?
More like wild child/teenager.
I was out of control.
I wouldn't let my parents or society stop me from goal
An easy happiness
I like to think the flower inside me was rare
Glowing like a red orb
And oh it roared
When the roots that supported me
Also drained me from life
When they twisted into each other
Sharing secrets and spiteful thoughts
As they tied a knot
So tight my flower that wasn't yet ready
Could burst it's radiant colours
Out of suffocation.
That's how they believed I would succeed.
By suppressing me with their love and compassion directed towards a career of wealth
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PoetryA collection of poetry inspired by feelings, events, unfortunate/fortunate memories and ambitions.
